Page 131 of Return Policy

“Sage!” I spin to face her. “I don’t want it to scream ‘let’s fuck.’I want it to scream ‘respectable girl who’s dating my son’ when his mother meets me.”

“You do know it’s cold there, right? Why don’t you wear leggings?”

“I can change when we get there.” I shrug, twirling in front of the tiny mirror. “Elijah’s extra touchy when he drives, and I love the skin to skin.”

“Okay.” She lets out an amused laugh. “That I can understand. Julian is handsy as fuck.”

“Oh yeah? How’s it going with the Uber driver?”

She rolls her eyes as a suspicious smile spreads across her face. “Fine.”

“Justfine?”

“Yeah, you know? F-I-N-E. Fun-Interesting-Naughty-Erotic.” She winks.

“Okay, that’s a new one… and is it really just fucking?”

“Soph.” She tilts her head, brows drawing together. “We’re keeping things casual. No strings.”

“No strings?! Does he still sleep with other people?”

“How should I know? I don’t own his dick.”

“What?” I scoff. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Why not?” She shrugs. “No feelings, just sex. If either of us wants some fun… or arelease”—my face twists up at her TMI—“we booty dial.”

“So he’s your booty boy.”

“Yeah.” She smirks, nodding. “I guess he is. It’s mostly fucking and some occasional borrowed kisses.”

“Borrowed kisses? That’s cute.” I grab some underwear, throwing them into my bag, and she makes an exaggerated gagging sound.

“That’sthe underwear you’re bringing?”

“What? It’s just for under the comfy clothes. I have a few thongs too.”

“Girl.” Sage shakes her head. “You’re going on a winter vacay your man.” She hops off the bed, striding over to my dresser and shuffling through it.

“Sure, help yourself,” I say, gesturing to the underwear drawer she’s ripping apart.

“Okay, what the fuck is this shit. You only have like three pairs of sexy panties.”

“I know…” I groan. “I had more, but Elijah has a fetish about ripping them off.” I bite my lip to stifle a smirk.

“Girl.” She hits me on the arm. “Are you kidding me? These are the dirty details you’re holding out on me? That’s hot as shit.”

“Yeah… But it’s also painful because these little things areexpensive.” I twirl a pair around my pointer finger.

“True.” She refocuses on my underwear drawer, rearranging the lame contents. “Ohhh… this is definitely going.” She pulls out my little hot pink vibrator and tosses it in my duffle bag.

I snatch it out just as quickly. “Absolutely not!”

“Why?” She juts out her lower lip. “Trust me, it’ll add to the O.”

“Sage, I am not bringing a vibrator to meet his mother for the first time.”

“Come on, stop thinking about it like that. Think of it as ‘the first time I fuck my boyfriend in his childhood bedroom.’”

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